Are We Looking at the End of the World? (COVID MEMORIES)
Contemplating Omicron is the end of it
Personally, I say this is but the beginning of this shit
Just you wait until Ebola morphs into the grand plague
Coming from those poor than poorer African countries it could be said colonizers raped
And just perhaps on YOUR funeral casket their revenge will be draped
You pillage, ignored and plundered
You may be soon felled by their viral thunder!
Robert K. Stephen
‘Softly, good marshal,’ replied Robin with a laugh. ‘Ye know who I am, and ye know that I reckon the king’s justice or his marshal at no more worth than a roast pippin. Thy justice!’. He laughed scornfully. ‘What is it? A thing ye sell to the rich lords and the evil-living prelates, while you give naught of it to the poor whom they grind in the mire. Think ye if there were equal justice for rich and poor in this fair England of ours that I and my fellows would be here? Justice! By the rood!’
Henry Gilbert, “Robin Hood”, 1912
Because he has bright white teeth Egnatius whips out a tooth flash on all possible
& impossible) occasions.
You’re in court. Counsel for defence
concludes a moving peroration (Grin.)
At a funeral,
on all sides heartbroken
mothers weep for only sons. (Grin.)
Where, when, whatever the
place or time – grin. It could be a sort of “tic”. If so it’s
a very vulgar tic, Egnatius,
& one to be rid of.
A Roman, a Tiburtine or
Sabine, washes his teeth.
Well-fed Umbrians & over
fed Etruscans wash theirs
daily. The dark Lanuvians
(who don’t need to), and we
Veronese. All wash our teeth…
But we keep them tucked in.
We spare ourselves the nadir of
inanity – inane
laughter. You come from Spain. Spaniards
use their morning urine
for tooth-wash. To us that blinding
mouthful means one thing &
one only – the quantity of
urine you have swallowed.
“I Hate and I Love”, Catullus (84 BCE-54 BCE)
A Certain President and Dementia
No, I am not referring to “Sleepy Joe”
It is so inappropriate and cruel to mock those suffering from dementia and strange proteins on the brain
As recently seen a well-known comedian hawking virtual cards featuring the Orange Toad
Having great chuckles about the master deal making businessman specializing in bankruptcies and failed coup attempts
Like a kamikaze pilot taking out “enemies”
Someone described this man as a joke
Not a Saturday Night Live skit
But a real live twit
But being charitable and compassionate
Isn’t it time to realize this man requires help
Perhaps time to join a circle and throw the medicine ball around
But suggest that to millions of mentally challenged front seaters
And they’ll begin to yelp
When it is so obvious this man is an international embarrassment in dire need of help
Has he come a performer in “Nightmare Alley”
Robert K. Stephen
Scraping the Bottom of the Ajvar Jar
The beady eyed one
like LBJ can’t end it with a victory
in a last ditched effort turns to the Supreme Leader for arms and cannon fodder
to further the holy war of unification
a blessed return to historical oppression
so while the Grand Leader supplies scads of drones
the world moans
will nobody learn from the Ho Chi Minh Trail
and the Wailing Wall
humanity in a big stall
All Quiet on the Western Front
For many a brain-dead politician runt!
Robert K. Stephen
The forest he had heard was a place of dread, for the other villeins had told terrible tales. Of monsters who flew by night and hid in dark thickets by day to snap up unwary travellers; of hills from whose tops at night the glow of fire shone forth, and within which little dark elves or spirits dwelled. Indeed, the fear of little malicious fiends was never very distant from Jack’s mind in those times. These evil things might take any shape, and they dwelled in the spring or the stream, in the wood beside the road, and in the turfs of the grass in the field which he was ploughing or mowing. The whole village, and thousands of villages up and down broad Britain, believed in such wicked sprites, and therefore was no worse than his fellows, or, indeed, than men who were famed for their learning in those days and sat at the council board of kings.
Henry Gilbert, “Robin Hood”, 1912
Toronto Hijacked Yet Again but Don’t You Dare Criticize
Bike lane tyranny where the miniscule lord over the many
and unlike the Lord brazenly give fingers to motorists while breaking all laws known to cyclists
Charity runs clogging city streets and expressways
Charity walks all over the place “for a noble but perhaps obscure cause”
Brain health
Cancer
Why no mention of Mother Tersea?
Charity and sickness porn playing on collective polite guilt
And the booming business of marathons
Street festivals so the innocent are run over and shot
Culturally so IMPORTANT for the FEW
A massive inconvenience for the MANY
“Global inclusion salesmen” ram the trivial down all our throats
Rainbow flags a marketing opportunity for the Big Banks
Where Pride Day has mushroomed into Pride Year
So obtain a permit to close University Avenue, hospital row, to thank those precious stomach pump operators, all heroes on fabricated national television on slow news days
So what if millions of us don’t have the right to paralyze a city like all the other 64,877?
A global inclusion pity
Makes me feel shitty
Robert K. Stephen
Call me to you
at siesta
we’ll make love
my gold & jewels
my treasure trove
my sweet Ipsithilla
when you invite
me lock no doors
nor change your mind
& step outside
But stay at home
& in your room
Prepare yourself
To come nine times
Straight off together
In fact, if you
should want it now
I’ll come at once
for lolling on
the sofa here
with jutting cock
and stuffed with food
I’m ripe for stuffing
you,
my sweet Ipsithilla
“I Hate and I Love”, Catullus (84 BCE-54 BCE)
16July2026: Washington: Spoof News Services
At 10:45 p.m. this evening two wet gurgly type explosions were heard by passerbys on the White House Lawn.
A Secret Service motorcade was seen mulling about the service entrance to the White House loading a body into a Home Depot rental van and speeding off to the Trump Memorial Hospital on the Trump Expressway.
Kary Heaveitup, White House Secretary, informed members of the press in a Zoom meeting call President Trump was eating a large pile of Kentucky Fried Chicken and biscuts communicating on social media about highly relevant matters when his purple and yellow left hand exploded followed by his “plumped up ankle” bursting with epic fury.
Heaveitup indicated the cause of the messy explosion was from wildfires in our 51st State of Canada.
Details will be communicated as Spoof learns them from orderlies and physicians “on our payroll”. Spoof recognizes that one must “pay for truth” on occasion.
She opened her gleaming doors at once and stepped
forth,
inviting them all in, and in they went, all innocence.
Only Eurylochus stayed behind – he sensed a trap….
She ushered them in to sit on high backed chairs, then she mixed them a potion – cheese, barley
and pale honey mulled in Pramnian wine –
but into the brew she stirred her wicked drugs
to wipe their memories any thought of home.
Once they drained the bowls she filled, suddenly
she struck with her wand, drove them into her pigsties. All of them bristling into swine – with -grunts
snouts, even their bodies, yes and only
the men’s minds stayed steadfast as before.
So off they went to their pens, sobbing, squealing
As Circe flung them acorns, cornel nuts and mast,
common fodder for hogs that root and roll in mud.
Homer: “Circe and the Cyclops”
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